Follows Rose, Scorpius, James, Lily, Al, Roxy and all the other Weasleys or Potters through a year of Hogwarts which brings them heartache, love, sadness and laughter. Complete; sequel to be posted soon.

She was quiet and hesitant. He was curious and talkative. Eleanor and Liam's friendship began with an awkward encounter and, even though they were different, it grew throughout the years. Adorable, serious, awkward and funny snippets from their lives.

She was dramatic. He was dynamic. She was precise. He was impulsive. He was James, and she was Lily, and one day they shared a kiss, but before that they shared many arguments, for he was cocky, and she was sweet, and matters of the heart require time.

With her relationship with George on the rocks, doom and disaster haunting her dreams, and not to mention those Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests looming in the near future, it's no surprise a memorable year is in store for Winnie and the twins. Part II.

Since the fateful night in sixth year, Lily and James had made no secret of their mutual loathing. But when their new positions as Heads forces them into unwilling cooperation, old wounds reopen and new truths are brought to light.

In this story, we enter the Marauder's 5th Year. Just as the group try and rebuild their broken ties with Sirius after what happened, new relations spark and some old ones fade throughout the year. The Marauders will never be the same.

Series of Slash Fic Snapshots. There are some unique, some cliche, some odd, and some pairings that are fairly normal. Either way, I'm going to enjoy it. Check 'em out, and if you're allergic to SLASH, then kindly bring Piriton along, please.

Sirius Black's motorbike fails in the middle of a torrential downpour, and he seeks shelter in a rundown diner. While at first he just returns to fix his bike, the young muggle waitress might be another reason to stay for some pie.

"Autumn is about being in the middle. Between the warm and the cold. The dancing flame and the fragile ice. It's about the fire melting the ice that becomes water. It's about liquid. Liquid love, liquid sorrow, liquid pain."

"Destiny wrote our story but the last pages of the book are empty and only we can write the end." Break the stereotypes, fight against fate to have your happy ending even if you get bruised and battered in the end.

Well, god forbid Hufflepuff actually gets some glory out of this blasted tournament. Thanks a lot, Potter. Pop-culture references coming out the ying-yang. An alternative ending to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

You want this to be a scene from a cheesy, cliche romantic film, the one where he would lean in right now and the two of you would kiss a fiery, passionate kiss. But he's not moving, and tears are welling up in your eyes why doesn't he want you? .

She was slowly beginning to understand her resemblance to sunflowers: they gravitated towards the sun sort of, in a way, like she did towards James Potter. LxJ. Marauder Era. Swearing and general teenage antics.

AU L/J. 'She looks terribly undecided, and scared, and nervous, and overwhelmed, and sad. Mostly she looks alone, and he hates that, hates that he had everything to do with that. "I'm so sorry, Lily," he says finally, because he is. God, is he sorry.'

L/J. "There are days that they meet in secret, deep in the night after the castle is asleep and their only witnesses are the midnight-darkened trees and the infinite stars, silent and watchful. It is here that they begin to listen."

A Marauder era fic with a twist. Peter Pettigrew doesn't exist, instead Lily Evans is the fourth Marauder. This fic documents their sixth and seventh years. Essentially a LE/JP story. Rated T for language.DISCONTINUED

-She is a living reminder of what they've lost, and some it makes bitter, and for some like the lone Weasley hidden in the shadows the pain is too much to handle, and some choose to steadfastly ignore it in the hope it'll go away.- oneshot.

-He stays because what life is there for a half-plastic centurion outside this underground room where the stuff of nightmares mingles with a twisted fairytale, and the line between worlds is blurred almost to the point of non-recognition.- Rory waits-

They drew her to them like a moth to a flame and, like a moth, she burned... Just a random little fic that doesn't refer to any characters, or any genre really, or even to HP. Read if you want. Review if you want. :